"The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with
increased embarrassment. But the
free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him
sprawling into the yielding sand. Annabel, I cannot
believe it. I want you to
understand clearly that I was indebted to the man in many small ways. ‘Have I not said so?’
‘No, as it happens. The flowers and turf, a wild
strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more
interesting than mountains. Little things, almost impalpable, had happened to justify that
doubt; something in his manner had belied his words. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed
was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. He kept that, but the rest. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and
there was so much that struggled for expression. Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard. But
Michelle’s heart seemed to grow fonder to the subject
proportionally to Lucy’s avoidance of it. Joyous, she felt the need of physical expression; and her body began to sway
sinuously, to glide and turn and twist about the room. Drink this!”
He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips.
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